Like other French treats, this morsel is light, delicate and goes down easily. But like a bite of marzipan, it has a less than sweet edge to it. It wastes no time establishing its characters, their relationships, and the premise. I like a fast paced film, so I was happy to go along with the twists and turns and plot devices, though the story grew more absurd with each.
For a film about storytelling, it was unsurprising to notice a form of meta-commentary - in particular it asks the age-old question "how to end it?" A perennial problem, for endings are not a natural thing. Real life has no endings, so how to create an ending that feels natural and also balances surprise with inevitability? It is tricky, but the film manages to get it just right. While the subject matter encourages hypercritical analysis of its storytelling, I found I was happy to go wherever the story took us - having been solidly won over by the films many charms, not least of which is the lovable cast. No one in In the House is without fault, but there vulnerabilities are more often endearing than anything else.
See this film for a charming diversion and some uniquely French humour. The ending certainly is quite nutty, but I loved it nonetheless. Why not love it?
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